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Originally Posted by Pablo
I know nobody was up at my mom's. 300 acres bracketed by the Platte and my FIL and his son farm the ground and are always around the place, along with a big ol' bastard coon hound that will run anyone off. They usually find gobs and gobs, enough that they'll run down with a couple of pounds for me at least. They got pretty well skunked this year and that little bit my buddy and I found came up in weird spots. Their honey holes didn't do jack shit.
Public ground, yeah that was over-run this year. Wasn't really worth the time and effort, but oh well I like to get out in the woods anyhow.
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yeah. It's like that everywhere. Most guys I talk to haven't found anything to brag about.